Monday, February 29, 2016

Gerald Bosacker- A Poem

ETERNAL STONE

Majestic peaks, wrinkle and turn
oldshedding rocks eager to roll with the cold,sunshine adsorbing
transmuted snowdestined for something, somewhere below.Vagrant rocks
will crash and crumble,shake off their armor as they tumbleseeking
freedom in the mountain stream.In waters, nacreous they gleamwith their
drab exterior worn away.Exposed, mute words they try to sayabout their
strange tumultuous birth.From volcanoes and upheavals, Earthspit out
rock as melted magma chilledin crystallized form, a destiny
fulfilled.Proud stone, will not keep its grain,assaulted by wind or ice
and sun or rain.Downstream, rocks turn into stones andthen to pebbles,
lastly to finest sand.Did humbled, crumbled rock know it was fatedto be
compacted, smelted and re-circulated,to rise again in another majestic
peak,when first it tumbled down the mountain's creek.

BEHIND THESE
LINES:The story of life and death, in written in ancient stone. The
future eventually becomes the past, and is locked in stone. Everything we own or
know is impermanent, but will come back again in some resurrected form,
including life itself. Pick up a stone, hold it to your ear and listen to its
history.